The Bannik scratched his chin, indeed the Volcano was active, and indeed it had ambitious plans. Immediately he could feel the power of the volcano weave unseen in the air as it hand crafted images and visions for the lucky recipients, and the not so lucky victims.

“Kau Ling,” the Bannik whispered the name that lingered on the breeze. What a wonderful gift, and yet a terrible tool the volcano had instore for the owner of such a name, and what a powerful vision to tell Kau Ling.

Perhaps it burned into Kau Ling’s mind, perhaps it froze itself in her conscience. Either way she would know the Volcano’s bidding, as well as the myriad of others called to duty.